Maxwell opened the liquor cabinet as usual, taking out bottle after bottle.
The precious collection he once kept in the cabinet had long been emptied, replaced several times over.
He had no choice–only when drunk could he briefly pass out, only in dreams could he reunite with Jessica.
Maxwell opened a bottle and gulped it down. Soon the bottle was empty.
Yet he remained painfully sober.
After countless bottles, surrounded by empties, he finally began feeling somewhat intoxicated.
Half–dreaming, he seemed to return to the past-
This time, he firmly pushed away Olivia when she pretended to fall in front of his car, not sparing her a glance.
He bought Jessica’s favorite cake, placing it on her desk, waiting for her to come home.
Every time Olivia deliberately approached him, Maxwell unhesitatingly refused, showing Jessica even more affection.
Life, though ordinary, represented the best form of happiness.
Waking from the dream, Maxwell’s lips instinctively curved upward.
But in reality, the enormous mansion was empty, with only him sitting alone among photographs.
Drunkenly clutching a bottle, his consciousness hazy, his entire being radiating loneliness.
At that moment, his assistant reported the latest progress in the search for Jessica.
Perhaps to avoid him, she never stayed in one place for long.
Just when the assistant located her whereabouts and address, she would set off for a new destination.
This time, however, the assistant found Jessica’s latest location with unprecedented speed and immediately sent Maxwell the
information.
Receiving no response, the assistant wasn’t surprised, assuming Maxwell was likely drunk again.
So he called instead.
The phone rang for a long time before Maxwell finally answered with a frown.
“What is it?”
“Mr. Reed, we’ve located Mrs. Reed’s latest accommodation in London. If we move now, we’ll likely find her!”
Hearing this, Maxwell instantly sobered up, clearing his throat.
“Deploy the nearest personnel to London to intercept her. I’ll take the earliest flight. Book my ticket immediately!”
After hanging up, Maxwell hastily gathered some essentials and headed straight to the airport.
On the flight to London, Maxwell felt incredibly nervous, rehearsing countless ways to apologize, desperately hoping to make
amends.
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